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Things were starting to wind down for the evening on a humid night in Iowa. The last attendees of the fabled StormCon were saying their heartfelt goodbyes and already dreaming of the convention to come next year. Nbowa's house, once filled with sleeping bags, pillows, booze, friendly furs and good cheer, was emptying out to just the last few souls. Things got a lot quieter around the modest abode once Exile finally took his leave back to Illinois, and with Diz having left just before him, the unusual transformations that were nearly a theme Saturday night had come to a screeching halt.

Now, it was just a few Iowans, Nbowa and Doxial that lived in the house, and Arcturus, their friend who lived in a nearby neighborhood. The mess of the weekend was mostly cleaned, at least to the point that Doxial could handle living in it, and the chaos that had ensued for three days was now nothing more than a fond memory. There was a certain warmth to the air still, the house heated by excessive number of bodies that had occupied it, leaving a thickness to the humidity that simply refused to go away, and a reason for the trio to leave the air conditioner on.

It was a little bit cooler in the basement, however, and that was where Doxial was headed. "Had a little bit too much to drink last night, Doxi?" Nbowa asked, as the Fennec folded his large, fluffy ears back in a wide yawn.

"Didn't everybody do that?" Doxial replied dryly, his sense of humor a bit sapped by the fact that he wasn't quite hungover, but certainly, he was exhausted after a long weekend of marathon drinking, and an adventure in a bathtub that kept a whole bunch of other furries up rather late on Saturday. "I'm surprised you're still awake, honestly! There's no way you got your recommended 20 hours of rest."

Nbowa rolled his eyes, and Arcturus chuckled. "Clever," the lion said, sticking out the tip of his rough, pink tongue for a moment. Doxial waved as he went down the stairs to head to his bedroom, leaving the remnants of the con down to just two people: Nbowa and Arcturus, standing in the kitchen together and both hopelessly pretending that the con was somehow still alive, so long as they were there to enjoy it. "You want one more drink, Arcturus? I think I'm gonna have one last drink...I just wish Joshiah would've left that Lagavulin here."

Arcturus wasn't one to turn down a drink. The cheetah-husky hybrid, a chusky, as he was often affectionately called, perked up just a bit, his tail giving a quick and curious swish as he watched Nbowa fiddle through the liquor cabinet. "Well, if you're gonna make one anyway..." Arc trailed off, a small grin curling on his muzzle.

"Yeah...I could use one last night cap after a weekend like that," Nbowa suggested. It had been an amazing weekend, as every StormCon was, but as the event kept growing larger and larger, it was definitely starting to take a toll on the lion. "Probably just something light and simple, if that works for you?"

Arc could agree with that. Even though he lived just a short drive away, he was worn down himself after the weekend, and as much as fun as he had the entire time, in a way, he was ready to take a break from the con atmosphere. As far as he was concerned, though, one more drink couldn't hurt. "I'll just have one of whatever you're having," he said lazily, giving Nbowa a friendly smile before he made his way into the living room to take a seat and rest his tired paws.

Leaving someone like Nbowa alone in the kitchen was often a bad idea, and as Arc was soon to find, he'd made a mistake that might cause him to miss yet another day of work at the behest of StormCon shenanigans.

"How strong would you like it?" Nbowa called into the living room, his paws grabbing a second glass and pouring himself a simple bourbon and cola.

"Strong enough to put me to sleep so I can wake up in the morning and actually go home!" Arc called back, knowing that the responsibilities and realities of the week were coming, and coming quickly.

While a drink to knock Arcturus out wasn't necessarily beyond something that Nbowa would do, the lion had much more nefarious plans in place this time. A certain coyofolf that attended the convention, one that had a tendency to leave behind different chemicals and concoctions for the benefit of those who wished to use them in the bedroom, had left Nbowa one little extra surprise this time around. It wasn't something as powerful as Prebudila, and it wasn't a straight up drug, but it was something that he promised Nbowa would enjoy trying out. A small vial was hidden in the back of the liquor cabinet, filled near to the top with a liquid of thin, red liquid, as though it were a container of extremely thin, translucent blood. Nbowa pulled it from the back, looking over his shoulder to make sure that his chusky friend was still sitting in the living room, and popped the top open. Fittingly to the red color, the liquid had a faint scent of cinnamon, and at first, Nbowa was starting to wonder if there was anything unusual about the stuff at all, or if it was just a flavor additive for alcoholic beverages. Pouring it into the bottom of Arc's glass and pouring the bourbon and coke on top of it to hide it in the drink, he gave it a quick stir, plopped in a couple ice cubes, and looked over the mixture with delight. It looked completely inconspicuous, no different from the drink he held next to it, and he found himself biting his tongue to wipe away a cheesy grin as he walked into the living room.

"To another great StormCon," Nbowa proposed a toast, handing Arcturus his glass and leaning his own forward. Arcturus took his glass and made contact with a quite clink , nodding his agreement. "To another great StormCon, Nbowa."

They each took a long, drawn out sip, tilting their heads back and closing their eyes as a sip quickly turned into a gulp. Nbowa, however, peeked one eye open as he watched Arcturus swill down nearly a quarter of his pint glass, acting as though he'd taken the same enjoyment in the drink as the chusky had when they set their glasses down.

"Mmmm...that was really good! That wasn't any ordinary bourbon and coke, though," Arc quickly replied with a small grin of delight. He licked his lips, his hybrid tongue swirling about his muzzle for a second as he pondered over the flavor of it.

Nbowa was just doing his best not to look nervous as he quickly took a seat on the bench sitting in front of his piano. "H-how do you mean?" he asked, his voice still tripping just a little bit as he watched Arcturus as normally as a person could watch someone, just trying to act natural.

"It tasted a little different...maybe cinnamon?" Arc pondered, taking another quick sip and then nodding. "Yup, definitely cinnamon. It works pretty well! Where did you learn that trick?" he asked, after answering his own question.

"Just a little something Joshiah told me to try. I wasn't sure if you'd like it or not; I'm really glad that you do!"

Knowing now that he'd gotten away with his ploy, Nbowa was already playing the waiting game. It was possible that Arcturus really didn't know Nbowa was up to anything, and each time he set the glass back down, his paw was going right back to it, thirsty for another sip. "You may wanna slow down there!" Nbowa exclaimed, watching with wide eyes as his friend passed the halfway point of his drink. "I know I'm a master mixologist, but that's still a pretty strong drink you've got there!"

"And so modest, too," Arc shot back at him, smirking. He finally did think better of taking another drink, and found himself wondering why he tore through it so fast. Though Arcturus was one to enjoy a drink here and there, it wasn't like him to try and fly through them as fast as he could. He was the type to sit and enjoy the flavor, rather than just trying to drink to get drunk. Still...his paw was creeping toward the glass once more.

"ARC! STOP IT!"

His paw froze.

Nbowa didn't bother trying to hide his grin, now. Arcturus didn't look frightened by the sudden roar, and he didn't seem upset that he'd been yelled at. His eyes were entranced on Nbowa at the sudden outburst, but rather than looking hurt, or scared, he simply looked attentive.

"That's better. I think you've had enough of your drink for now, don't you?" he asked, and watched as Arc looked down at his own paw for a moment, examining it as if to look for a motive within it. The chusky nodded silently as he set his paw down at his side and sat upright on the couch, his eyes looking to Nbowa once more. There was a certainty in them that he had to listen to Nbowa, but there was still a confusion in them as to why he felt this sudden compulsion. "Personally, I think you've had plenty enough to drink for the evening...but maybe it's about time you had your dessert, hm?"

There were no dessert plans earlier on in the night, but for some reason, Arcturus found himself having trouble asking about that. He wasn't worried about the sudden change of plans, or trying to contemplate and question them. "And what we will be having for dessert, Nbowa?" he asked, his voice disturbingly calm and collected. His eyes, a cool and icy blue, were focused on the Nbowa and locked with his own emerald greens.

There was still just one lone, confused voice ringing out in the back of Arc's mind as he sat there, his body completely unbound, and yet, unwilling to move, as if he were completely shackled to the couch by ethereal chains. Why am I just sitting here? Why am I asking these questions? That...that drink...what was in that drink?!

It was already too late to contemplate it any further. Even if he could get control of his body back, Arc could feel the resistance in his mind melting away slowly, dripping down into nothingness like a candle left to burn in the windowsill. Whatever he'd consumed, it was taking him over, and Nbowa was grinning wide, fangs gleaming in the low light of the living room as he watched Arcturus losing his mental battle.

"I'm sure you didn't eat enough at the convention this weekend...no one ever_does, of course," Nbowa pointed out, standing up from the bench and taking a step toward the couch. The only thing on his body was his trademark, bright red shorts, but even those would soon be out of the way. "So I'll give you a three course dessert...first, a full serving of some delicious, feline cock...then you can slide a little lower for the second course and taste my sack, and when you think you've had enough, _if you can get enough, perhaps I'll give you a serving of chocolate starfish, if you catch my drift."

It would be amazing to the average passerby that Nbowa could be both so articulated, and yet, so crude in his words, but Arc wasn't able to be surprised, and he certainly couldn't care less about it. "That all sounds delicious, Nbowa. When may I start?" he asked, acting so obedient, so conforming that it might have been creepy to someone who didn't know any better about the situation. Nbowa, however, the mastermind of the situation, couldn't be more pleased, and he couldn't get his shorts down to the floor fast enough. A sudden blur of red splashed and pooled on the ground, and Nbowa put his paws on his hips, watching Arcturus expectantly.

"Go ahead. Gaze over it all you want, Arc."

Arc nodded mindlessly. He looked right down from Nbowa's eyes, finally losing their improved staring contest, and instead, he took and eyeful of an impressive length. Nbowa wasn't like most lions, having more of a human anatomy about his member, but it looked delicious to Arcturus all the same, even if he hadn't been under hypnosis. Thick, solid and hanging, it was already starting to stiffen up, and every beat of the lion's heart sent another pump of blood through it, making it rise in a sort of dance.

There was only one problem with the mind control potion, and it was one that Nbowa was able to immediately identify. Even as his cock stiffened up completely, sitting erect and reaching out to literally poke Arc right between the eyes, the chusky didn't do anything with it. He literally just sat there and stared at it, just as he'd been ordered.

_He'll literally do whatever I ask him, but he'll only do exactly what he was last ordered...this could get tricky!_Nbowa realized. He rested a paw between Arc's ears and ruffled his unique, two-toned blue headfur. "Don't just look at it, Arc. Suck it. Suck it all the way down to the base, and don't stop letting it poke the back of your throat, or else I'll make you do things to yourself you will never forget."

The pair were definitely a sight to behold. Grey and black fur patterns across Arc were plenty normal for a feline or a canine, but the bright blue spots that dotted his hips and shoulders were more than eye-catching, and the larger spots on his tail lead into a ring of cobalt around a cyan tip, one of his most striking features. Even a small tuft of blue stuck out from the light grey upon his chest, completing a color scheme that many in the world would be jealous that they couldn't recreate. Nbowa wasn't just an ordinary lion, of course, but most striking about him were the bright, corn-yellow bangs that framed his emerald eyes and gave them an even brighter sheen, and they were simply dazzled at the moment as he watched his hybrid friend open his maw without even a moment of hesitation or resistance. There might be some remnant of his mind that still wanted to resist this, but the potion was simply too strong, and the effects of it were too literal.

There was no teasing around the tip, no circling his tongue around the head. Arc did exactly as he'd been ordered and opened wide, leaning forward and engulfing the length in one fell swoop, the very head of Nbowa's cock teasing the roof of his mouth and going all the way down the back of his throat, until it bulged slightly through the fur of his neck. The mind-controlled chusky went so deep that his nose, shiny and black, was pressed right into Nbowa's crotch, the cool flesh tickling his warm fur. Nbowa wasn't sure just how skilled Arcturus actually was at taking a cock this way, but whether it was the potion, or perhaps a latent ability, he wouldn't dare to complain about it.

"Ho-ly fuck!" Nbowa cried out, watching as his friend took the whole of his cock perhaps more easily and skillfully than anyone else he'd ever seen before. It was amazing to watch him swallow the whole thing in one gulp, but even more miraculously, as he pulled back, he didn't gasp, or gag, he didn't even wince. His eyes stayed as open and entranced as they were before, able to appreciate every little drip of saliva that fell from the glistening flesh and down to the floor, all before deep-throating the whole of it once again, his skillful throat encompassing the thick, feline cock and swallowing around the head of it as it plunged into his throat. "D-damn, Arc! Where did you learn to suck such a mean cock? F-fuck...that's amazing...that's so good..."

The praise basically fell on deaf ears, and while Arcturus normally would have liked the compliment, his mind was still completely under a spell, and he couldn't appreciate the generosity. He could only mindlessly work the length before him, but Nbowa would help to take care of that problem soon enough, as the lion continued to learn exactly how the mind control serum worked.

"Mmm... Moan for me, Arc. I want you to enjoy this, too. Let your mind wander...taste my sack and tell me how much you enjoy sucking both of my balls..."

It was an experiment, for sure. Arc pulled back in a slow, calculated draw, making sure that his tongue teased the underside of the shaft the entire way back, until it flicked against the ticklish, sensitive tip. Whether he licked his lips out of enjoyment or simply reaction, Nbowa couldn't yet be sure, but a small smile started to take shape on Arc's muzzle as he admired the soft, peach-fuzz fur of Nbowa's sack for a moment, his eyes narrowing on the sight as he went in for an experimental taste, his long, wet tongue slipping back and forth over one of the covered orbs and touching Nbowa in just the right spot. It made his knees nearly buckle, a paw immediately dropping to the chusky's shoulder as he struggled to stand. "Tasty..." was the only word Arc said, but it didn't sound quite as cold and calculated as his earlier words. It seemed to be limited, but Nbowa was figuring out not just how to control Arc's mind, but also how to make him enjoy the experience every bit as much as he did!

And people say that I'm cruel with my toys..._Nbowa thought, his lips curled into a devious grin. It was obvious that the potion was working entirely, as a quiet, but no doubt pleasured moan escaped Arcturus when he went in for his second taste. The sound was almost instantly muffled, as he sealed his lips around the other testicle and gave it a quick, experimental suckle. "_Mnnnf..." he rumbled, his tail giving a quick and delighted flicker as his mind responded for his body, taking an immediate enjoyment in the task at hand, or at maw, as it were. The natural scents of the lion mingled with the mind control serum, and the delightfully male aroma that crept into Arc's nostrils as the lion's impressive length rested across his face made him that much more pliable, and to boot, that much more excited. Even if everything was a controlled reaction, it was becoming more honest, more realistic, and Nbowa could feel it in his friend's actions. It wasn't just some cold, calculated suckle now, one that was done because it was commanded. This was a firm, passionate tasting; Arc was running his tongue back and forth over the smooth, covered orb, his lips keeping it just in place enough for him to suckle upon it whenever he felt like it. Precum drizzled down over his forehead as he went on, but he didn't mind, and certainly didn't stop...he just suckled that much harder.

"Ahhnnn...woah there, boy! You're gonna make me cum too soon if you keep working like that!_Such a skillful little chusky. It's a shame this potion is gonna wear off soon..." Nbowa lamented, but nothing could truly sour the moment for him. On the command, Arcturus stopped, his breath still tickling over the delicious sack before him and taunting him with the promise of another taste, but even if the truest part of him still wanted to keep going, the hypnosis kept him from disobeying. "Go all the way to the back now, my little chusky. Slide behind me and take a taste of my tailhole...and be _very vocal about how much you like it."

It nearly felt too easy to Nbowa, knowing that his orders would be fulfilled, but there was a certain delight in watching Arcturus nod as if someone was moving his head for him. There was even greater delight in watching him crawl between his legs, but of course, the greatest pleasure of all didn't come until Arcturus rested his paws, rather delicately, upon Nbowa's rump. He spread it open and looked right in, licking his muzzle once again at the sight of the tight, feline pucker, and as Nbowa looked back over his shoulder and watched it, he could see that the mind games were working wonders. There wasn't a blank, mindless expression about Arcturus anymore, but a lustful, driven one that didn't fade, even as he leaned forth and buried his tongue into the waiting tailhole, slurping the moist, warm muscle right over it and appreciating the forbidden taste of it all. "Like...nngh...like this?" Arcturus managed to ask, as if he still had enough mental control to contemplate not just the act itself, but the technique involved in performing it.

Nbowa had no shame about his enjoyment, letting one of his own paws rest on his length, giving it a couple quick, firm strokes as he felt a chill run through the length of his spine and end up as a delighted warmth in his tummy. It was a rare pleasure to have one's tailhole licked, and Nbowa wasn't just getting a sample of that pleasure, but the full experience. Arcturus was lapping away at the spot hungrily, drool spilling back down over his own muzzle and staining his fur as he tried to probe a little bit deeper. "That i-is perfect," Nbowa said, before taking in a quick, sharp gasp, having to let go of his own length to avoid succumbing to an early orgasm. He had other, much darker ideas and uses for his seed, and Arcturus wouldn't be waiting long to find out what they were.

"Good," Arc grunted, the tiny voice of resistance in the back of his mind now completely drowned out by a mixture of the mind control serum and the tasty tailhole that he suddenly couldn't get enough of. Nbowa could hardly find the words to stop him, having to take a step away from the chusky and rest a paw on his forehead as he panted, trying to bring himself back down from the edge.

He barely avoided his climax.

"Th-that's good, that's good! You can stop!" he called out, leaving Arcturus with a rather confused expression. Thanks to the hypnosis, anything other than performing his assigned task seemed weird, but Nbowa wouldn't leave him waiting for a new one for long. He hadn't planned on nearing his orgasm so close, but knowing he couldn't stave it off for long, he had to think fast. "I've got a couple more tasks for you, my dear chusky, but we can't complete them with those silly clothes on. Take them off for me, and be quick about it!"

The passed opportunity to force Arcturus into a strip tease irked Nbowa, but time was very suddenly of the essence. In either case, Arc obeyed, standing upright to help himself out. He yanked the shirt from his body, a simple purple shirt with a humorous design on it, and the black cargo shorts around his waist didn't stand a chance. They were nearly ripped from his body in an act of obedience, and a pair of boxers, nearly teal in color, were all that remained. At this point, perhaps Arc knew what he was doing, poking his thumb down into the waistline and exposing the bright, nearly glowing cyan cock within, a spectacular sight if there ever was one, and just barely slid his boxers down to his thighs. Nbowa narrowed his eyes at his target, but somewhere in the back of his mind, Arc knew to put on a good show, and revealed the soft, fuzzy orbs below next, before he finally yanked the boxers down to his ankles and kicked them away from his body. "And what would you have me do next, Nbowa?"

The lion was back in full control, both of his friend, and his own body. His breathing was back down to normal, but his heart was racing at the prospect of what he was about to do. "You're part canine, after all, so why don't you get down on all fours in a nice, sexy doggy style pose and spread open your tailhole for me? I don't think you'll mind what's coming after that," Nbowa instructed, before heading towards the kitchen. "You'd better be in that pose when I get back."

The chusky couldn't resist his orders, and once again, he mindlessly nodded in reply to Nbowa, but there was something in his eyes, something sensual that made Nbowa wonder if his friend would have obeyed even without the serum. It was too late to wonder much more now, as Arcturus went down right in front of the piano, his knees resting on the stylish hardwood floors and his paws planting as well. His tail, long, soft and fluffy, was easily raised up out of the way of his back door, and reaching back with one paw, he pulled on one of his supple, rounded cheeks and spread open his tailhole just a bit...just enough for Nbowa to nearly drop the empty glass in his paw when he came back into the room. "Now that is a view I could get used to, Arc..."

"Does this please you?" Arc asked, looking back over his shoulder with slightly narrowed eyes, the cool, icy color tinged with a lust that couldn't have come from a silly serum. There was a little something extra in his eyes now, but his mind was still completely under Nbowa's control, nothing more than his plaything to toy with. His mind, of course, wasn't what Nbowa was after now, and he took the glass into the living room with him, setting it on the bench next to the piano and nearly down behind Arc. "You did such a great job of getting my cock all nice and slick earlier, this shouldn't be too bad for you at all...but something tells me you have experience with this anyway, don't you?" Nbowa asked in an obvious taunt, though it didn't sting Arc one bit. The chusky merely smiled back at his lion puppeteer, and that smile only grew as Nbowa let the head of his cock rest against the waiting, spread tailhole in front of him. That warm, inviting pucker drew another small gasp out of Nbowa, but he wasn't there just to have a taste, and certainly, he wouldn't have been satisfied with just a sample anyway. Thick, powerful claws suddenly dug into Arc's hips as Nbowa leaned over and pushed hard, the head of his cock barely squeezing into the tight little tailhole and fighting to pry a little deeper into the canal.

"Like you wouldn't believe!" Nbowa cried out, his face twisted up in pleasured delight as he gave another thrust, having no regard for the safety of the poor hybrid in front of him. Arc was perhaps the tightest little fur that Nbowa ever had the pleasure to penetrate, and the fact that he was so willing to try and take all of the lion's impressive length was just a greater turn on for him. He had to place his other paw back on the floor to brace himself, but Nbowa still had a show for the ages, as he watched inch after inch of his cock slowly disappear inside of his hybrid friend, and with each passing, invading inch, Arc whimpered faintly, but kept looking back at Nbowa, as if he were an innocent little virgin waiting for his next instructions. "Keep whining, just like that...nnngh...whine like a little bitch and beg me for more, Arc..."

Even if there wasn't a mind control serum coursing through his veins, Arc would be whimpering in pleasure anyway. He wasn't one to complain about being stuffed so full like this, but with the serum still working his brain and the powerfully male scent still fresh on his nostrils, there came a moan from the chusky that might have been a little beyond the hypnosis. "Yeeeeeeeees...Nbowa, fill me up! F-fuck me like a little bitch...I want you to _ruin_my little tailhole..." he cried out, looking back at the lion with a sense of need that couldn't possibly be faked. The hypnosis helped to bring it out of him, for sure, but this experience was suddenly feeling much more intimate to Nbowa than a simple mind control trick. Of course, he would have been happy either way, and conveniently, Arc was still up to fulfilling any command he was given...and there were still a couple more to give.

Precum was already starting to flow, both into Arc's ass, and down onto the floor from his length. Nbowa took immediate notice of the latter, and quickly smacked Arc across the ass, leaving a bright, red mark under the darkness of his fur. "No wasting!" he ordered, narrowing his eyes angrily at the abused hybrid. "You put a paw under your cock, now , and you drink up all of your own seed as it spills out...I want that paw completely clean at all times!"

It would have been hard to focus on doing so many things at once, and at that point, Arc would have been thankful for the clarity the serum gave his mind. He nodded, and rested his right paw under the tip of his bright blue length, and almost immediately, a hard thrust from behind forced a fresh pump of precum into his fur. He waited a moment, expecting another, and he was right as rain, as Nbowa was starting to form a nice rhythm on the back end of things. Arc was still too tight to truly ravage, but Nbowa was pumping hard and loosening him up, his thick, feline cock being clung to so tight that it was a miracle he hadn't climaxed yet. "Go on, drink it!" Nbowa ordered again, watching as the offending liquid pooled in Arc's paw and started to spill to the floor, and knowing more would be wasted in the process. It was just another excuse to punish the poor chusky, and one that he'd exploit in just a moment, but until then, he enjoyed watching his friend drag his tongue through the fur of his own paw, licking and slurping up all of the precum he could get with a hungry rumble, not even once complaining that it was his own product.

"That's it...get used to licking that up, you're going to have to do a lot worse than that in a little bit..." Nbowa warned him. His sack flipped up and slapped Arc on the ass as he rammed his length in hard once again, and his resistance to his own orgasm was faltering heavily as he plundered the tight little hybrid before him. Every muscle in the tight hole of the chusky clung to Nbowa as his body tried helplessly to adjust to being so full, providing an extra layer of pleasure for the lucky lion. Reaching over for the glass, he placed it underneath the hybrid and started thrusting even harder. Arc was completely broken in by then, his tight little back door taking the pounding like a seasoned veteran, and all the while, his main focus was to keep collecting his precum and lick it from his paw. His muzzle was already coated with the slick, sticky substance by the time the glass was put on the floor, and he could only look upon it and wonder what order that would involve.

Wondering or not, Arc nodded again and reached back to stroke his own length, collecting the precum from it once again as if he was milking the udders of a cow and then drinking straight from the source. The mess trailed all the way under his body, all across the wooden floor and just under his chin as he sloppily tried to contain the mess and lick it up right away, but he failed time and time again, and each time, Nbowa swatted his paw down even harder than the time before, leaving Arc's backside entirely red and covered in claw marks. SMACK!!! The sound rang out once again, making Arcturus flatten his ears down to his head, whimpering pathetically as a soreness he was learning to enjoy radiated all the way into his lower back. "Please-

Nbowa didn't let him finish. "Please what? Please smack that tight little ass again? You have_been a pretty good little slave...I suppose I can grant you that!" Arcturus clenched down tightly on Nbowa internally as he felt the paw come down and slap across his beaten, abused ass one more time with a powerful **_SMACK!!!** Feeling that sudden clench, Nbowa felt his orgasm building up in his tummy, and the fact that he caused his own release by giving his friend a good, solid spanking only added another level of pleasure to the whole experience. Arcturus slumped forward into the floor, his body exhausted by the rough, harsh fucking, and even harsher beating his backside took. Wanting to finish in the same fashion, Nbowa finally settled his paws on Arc's hips and dug his claws in tightly, giving himself enough leverage to slam his hips back and forth, a spittle of precum soaking his insides with each and every thrust as Nbowa pounded away at his friend like a wild animal, ravaging his poor body and doing just as he'd been asked, ruining his poor tailhole and leaving it so well filled that it might stay stretched, even after they were done. "G-get ready for it, Arc! I'm gonna...gonna cum...yes! YES!"

Arcturus didn't know if he could climax, in his mentally controlled state, but his body was loving every moment of the experience, even if his mind didn't have the same capabilities. The hypnosis did_allow him to relax much more easily, however, giving Nbowa an easier time to reach his climax, and making it that much easier for the lion's stiff, throbbing length to give Arc a poke right in the prostate. That one, lingering moment had the chusky on a level of pleasure just a bit above and beyond his hypnosis, and he cried out in delight as his body was literally forced into an orgasm, one that his mind couldn't deny with or without the serum. "Please...please f-fill me, Nbowa! Yes! Give me _every single drop!" It was such a lustful declaration that the lion was left wondering if that was caused by the serum or not, but the thought quickly left his mind. Nothing could overpower his mind-shattering orgasm, one that he was riding out to the very last second as he rode his friend for everything he was worth, pumping him so full of feline cum that the thick, sticky, white juices started to spill from his tailhole, and while that alone would have been a waste enough, it was almost nothing compared to the sticky mess that was already spurting freely from Arc's cock, coating the hardwood floors in a spray of feline seed, and his own tummy and chest in the process, as well. With nothing to place it in, Arc's length sprayed indiscriminately, making a mess of himself and anything within reach, the couch on the far wall being just far enough away to avoid the same fate as the floor and the rug in front of it. Knowing just how to make it worse, Nbowa pumped in hard once again, enjoying the mutual pleasure of the head of his cock tickling the prostate, prolonging Arc's orgasm and enhancing his own. What was once a clean and calm living room was now a soaked mess, and Arc certainly got the worst of it, mostly from his own body.

"J-just...just look at this mess! _Arc!_What the hell...do you think you've done?!" Nbowa cried out, not even giving himself a chance to catch his breath before he scolded his mind-controlled friend. Perhaps, for a moment, his orgasm helped him to transcend the mind control serum, but that moment had long passed by now, and the panting hybrid was left to look at his mess, one that he was never given permission to make, and wonder what was in store for him next. "I guess...I guess I'll have to punish you...after all...ha..."

The devious lion took the small glass and held it up right behind Arc's sack, just behind his tailhole, and pulled free from the well-fucked chusky with a quiet, sticky schlip. Flowing out after it was a rush of warm, sticky feline seed, pouring right into the glass that was held there and actually filling it an impressive amount, despite how much still had to be trapped in the once tight confines of Arc's tailhole. It was spread open wide and still gaping, the flesh occasionally clenching at the air without a cock to hold onto now. Each time it clenched, more seed was pushed out, until there was quite a bit more than a gulp sitting in the bottom of the glass. "Good boy, Arc! You just helped me to come up with your last order for the evening! Since you climaxed without my permission to do so...you're gonna have to drink this whole thing down, tapped fresh from your ruined little tailhole..."

Any other time, there was no doubt in Nbowa's mind that Arcturus would have at least hesitated at the prospect. This wasn't just_the lion's cum that he had to drink, it was literally freshly poured out of his own tailhole, left to marinate there around the same cock that provided it. Even after Nbowa pulled the glass away, a little bit of it still trickled down and out, slipping away from the delightfully _stretched_tailhole and streaming down over the back of his lightly furred sack, giving him another mess to worry about in the one place that his own seed couldn't hit. Arc was nearly _soaked_from head to paw in his own mess, and now, there was a glass of someone else's seed hovering right in front of his muzzle. The different scents that came from it, the scent of his own, abused tailhole, the lighter scent of fruit that seemed to accompany Nbowa's tasty seed, and the scent of that entirely male musk that came from his cock all rose to greet Arc, overwhelming his senses. Hypnotized more by the concoction perhaps than the serum, Arc never verbally answered. Nbowa waited expectantly and watched as the chusky took the glass in his paw and opened his maw wide, literally tossing the glass back and sending most of it right down his gullet, some of it still sticking to his tongue, and the rest, thanks to his careless action, splashed across his muzzle, leaving his fur soaked and stained with the raunchy mix. Nbowa thought to punish him a little bit further for wasting even a drop of the cum, but the sensual, lustful expression on Arc's face, combined with the sticky mess upon it was a sight that no amount of money in the world could buy, and a mental image that the lion was sure to come back to on lonely nights in the future. It was _just good enough to avoid further punishment.

"A little bit messy, but...it looks like you got all of it. Swallow for me and show me some clean teeth!"

It was a simple and playful command, one that Arc readily followed, gulping down audibly and opening his maw again a moment later. His tongue and fangs were completely barren of seed, despite the rather impressive quantity he'd taken, and even the back of his throat was mostly clear. "Atta boy...I had a feeling you'd drink that cum like a pro," Nbowa suggested, grinning like a clown as he watched Arc close his mouth and smile up at his controller. "I suppose you've earned a good night of rest, but I can't help noticing you're a bit of a mess...if you hadn't spilled, I'd let you hop in the shower, but since you did...lay down on the floor in your mess and soak it up with your fur...maybe I'll let you wash off in the morning."

Normally, one might be sad at the prospect of sleeping alone after such a romp, but Arcturus was still under the last vestiges of his hypnosis. Thanks to that, he smiled wide, knowing that he had fulfilled every order from his master just as he was instructed, and he found the greatest concentration of his own seed on the floor, slowly resting down upon it and smiling up at Nbowa, glad to have completed his task. "Did I do well, master?"

"Damn near perfect," Nbowa said as he turned off the light, heading back to his bedroom. He stayed for a moment, standing over Arc and keeping the lewd, naughty sight before him as a mental image as well, and decided then and there that he'd have to make another mind control cocktail for his friend at breakfast the next day. "But I'm still not done with you just yet. We'll see what the morning brings for you, chusky...for tonight, sleep well in the mess you've made."

It was an ominous statement, but one that made Arc smile even wider as he pulled a pillow from the couch and snuggled up to it. The serum had worked to perfection, and without any side effects, the chusky curled up on his side, tail swishing with delight at the prospect of what the morning would bring.

The only question, of course, was what he would remember when he awoke the next day.

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